He Said He's Still Innocent
by Carrots

He was in jail for almost six years as what the news said. He had many mistresses and built many mansions for them. He was forced to decline from his position because of an angry mob. And now, here he is again, declaring that he will join the candidacy for the 2010 elections.

Last night, October 21, on a special coverage of TV Patrol World, Joseph "Erap" Ejercito Estrada officially declared that he will be running as a president in the 2010 elections with Jejomar Binay as his vice president. He was asked if it is still alright for him to run when in fact he was convicted. He answered that he is not doing it for himself but for his mother who died because of too much grief and for the poor people of the country. He was applauded by his audience. So sweet his promises were. So foolish the people were to believe his speech of lies.

Just think of it. Would you still believe and vote for a person that was imprisoned? According to the news, a person that has become the president of the Philippines is no longer allowed to indulge in any reelection. That means that Erap is no longer eligible for any reelection--even as a Barangay Kagawad. But why is he pushing himself to the spotlight that is not really for him?

In a statement made by his friend, it was specified that he is not joining any reelection but intends to continue the term that was cut because of the "forced eviction". Then why is he joining the election and making his own ad in the television if he only intends to continue the term? And is it even legal in the Philippines?

Well many strange things happen in the Philippine government as long as you have your fame and fortune. Friends in the politics can help you, too. Just make sure that you are one of them. Rich convicts are treated well and isolated in air conditioned rooms while common prisoners are thrown in mosquito-infested cells. Wealthy rapists are immediately brougth to the hospital if they need a check-up but indigent ones are set aside and only taken care of when they are about to die. Is that what we call a fair share? It never became a fair share, I tell you.

Now, this person who wishes to run for president in the 2010 elections is never gonna win. I don't know what kind of people threw him in jail and what kind of people are pushing him to run as their leader in the near 2010. Do you want to listen again to what he said before? "Bangkarote na ang kaban ng bayan". Is that the leader that you want in the future? A convict? An unloyal husband? A jueteng master?

Think about it. Good leaders are supposed to sit in the throne of presidency because our country deserves someone who would take good care of our natural resources and human dignity. If you aren't convinced yet, listen to how he speak. He's no more than a drunkard that just jumped out of bed. Imagine our country if he will reign again. I'd better be lost that time than endure the foolishness of a nation's wrong move.

The Dark Procession has Ended
by Carrots

I have been anticipating for this moment to arrive. Now that it is thru, I have to enjoy the rest of my semestral break, watching t.v. and writing stories.

My final exam was mind-bugging as I thought (even worse than I imagined). I have lots of things to memorize, write, and memorize again. I am not expecting high grades because I know the limitation of my performance but I do hope that God would pity me and give me a grade that would satisfy me and my family.

I tell you it was not easy to study and stay late in the evening, murmuring about the past lessons that you did not even understand. There were even disturbances like thunderstorms or howls of dogs or eerie cries of stray cats that would surely freak you out. It wasn't easy to be awake until 1 in the morning, staring at your paper and understanding nothing. Then, you just end up learning a morsel for that night.

Projects were also adding the burden of the problematic mind. I am taking a course that surely invites stresses in. Our Ed1 teacher gave us a task that undoubtfully made my eye bags bulge in just two nights. She made us re-write the things that we have encoded in our activity. I considered it as the most painful process of project making since I was born. Can you imagine re-writing the whole ten page of a research paper and to think that we have two research papers (skip two lines pajud!). Plus the interviews from teachers, some essays, and other stuffs. It really made my hand swell and I seemed to be hydrophobiac after every writing activity.

Thank goodness I got some assistants who willingly imparted something for the completion of my project.I got my mother who did the cut-outs, my younger sister who arranged my write-ups and another friend living in our house who made the borders look beautiful. Although my mother kept on asking me why my teacher made us do it, I'd only shrug because I do not also have the know-how.

Everything has ended now. Thank God it is over. I can never imagine how time flies so fast and at least it did. The black parade has reached the church.

The Ride
by Carrots


Riding in a bus or in a jeepney is my favorite part when I go home to Zamboanguita. It gives me relief every time I see some beautiful sceneries and some people doing their afternoon delights. I love the kids on the roadside, chatting with their friends while walking home from school. I enjoy watching farmers bend their backs at their sacred rice fields, together with their loyal scare crows to shoo birds away. The sun would always peep in the mountains of Talinis in the west and the orange reflection of the skies would always remind me of God's marvelous hands. I love to watch at trucks and other vehicles that would pass by the road, each with different directions and agendas. I love to look at the trees and the flowering plants displayed in some households. I enjoy the cool breeze that kiss my face every time I peep in the window of the bus and I enjoy the way the wind blows my hair. That is why I love to sit at the seat right next to the window.

However, there are people who also catch my attention especially when I am seriously preoccupied by lots of things in my mind.

There was once a time when a drunkard rode on the crowded jeepney. He got a very thin chicken with him. The conductor told him to get inside because he might fall. Instead of listening, he looked at some high school students who were also on the entrance of the jeep, unwilling to get in and sit down. He began murmuring about this and that. He said he's concerned withe the students because they are still young and they are already fond of disobeying rules.

"Do you not know that your parents are waiting in your house, expecting that you will arrive there safe? What if we will have an accident and all of you will die, who will comfort your mothers? You are sent to school not to disobey rules. You are not sent to school to practice hanging on jeepneys. It is not taught by your teachers on how to tighten your grips when you ride on vehicles like this. Young people nowadays are really...blah,blah,blah,blah.."

The rest of the passengers looked at him with funny faces. They just listened to how he foolishly preaches to those students who did not even take heed. They even made fun of him and he seems to enjoy it.

The time that those students went down, he was advised by the conductor to sit down for the second time. He was still murmuring about the same thing over and over again but at least he listened and got a seat beside his friend who was also laughing that time.

He was about to keep quiet when suddenly, he spotted the driver. Then he began talking again.

"Drivers should impose the "No Hanging" rule in jeepneys because it is their responsibility. What if something happens to those students. What if they will fall. Do you have money to give to their parents for the hospitalization? The driver should be an example of a responsible father and a good citizen of our country, the Philippines."

Before that, his seatmate, who was also talking inside the jeepney for almost an hour about holiness and godliness, told him to sit down (in the English language). He reacted because he said that he is boasting about his learned English.

"Why can't you speak it in Bisaya. You know that we are Bisaya and your talking in English. Are you proud now that you are educated?"

The 'minister' was quiet and calm but he did answer to what the drunkard said.

"I am just practicing my English skills. If you want, then I can translate that one in Bisaya for you."

We just exchanged glances as the two of them exchanged words of foolishness.

That conversation was really irrelevant and noise-bugging. I realized that there are still so many people nowadays who are very hypocrite. Drunkards aren't excused. They talk a lot, forcing everyone to believe them. But are they really practicing what they are preaching? I just pity them. They weren't educated and they were deprived of the ability to use their common senses. They are fitting for the term FOOLISH!